My son gave me a pink stress ball . An entirely appropriate gift from him… The gel-like stuff is translucent, textured like an orange and looks almost edible. I admit it has a certain addictive quality as I sit and squeeze the thing, staring at the blank page on the screen.
I become aware of being watched and look down to see the small dog, her eyes fixed on the ball in what appears to be consternation. I, after all, am not supposed to play with balls… unless I am throwing them for her. And they should come only in screaming fluorescent shades with a furry texture. I have tried others… they don’t cut it with her. Or at least not until they are the size of a football. Then she’ll make an exception.
On the other hand, you can see it in her eyes… if it is good enough…
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